Wednesday, December 3, 2025

Moses H. Grinnell to John J. Crittenden, February 22, 1854

NEW YORK, February 22, 1854.

MY DEAR SIR,—I was delighted this morning on taking up the Enquirer to see that you have taken a bold stand on the right side in reference to the Nebraska bill. You know that I am no abolitionist; but I do think this scheme of Douglas the most villainous one ever presented to Congress. In my opinion any man who votes for the bill will be politically used up at the North. I rejoice (and I have heard the same sentiment from many others to-day) that you adhere to the same principles so long sustained by Clay and Webster. The great American public will sustain you in the support of principles so sound and just. Excuse the liberty I have taken in saying this. It is just what I feel, and I am like ninety in a hundred on this subject in this community.

Yours truly,
M. H. GRINNELL.
Hon. J. J. Crittenden.

SOURCE: Ann Mary Butler Crittenden Coleman, Editor, The Life of John J. Crittenden: With Selections from His Correspondence and Speeches, Vol. 2, p. 101

Senator Archibald Dixon to John J. Crittenden, February 7, 1854

WASHINGTON, February 7, 1854.

DEAR SIR,—The bill to organize the Territories of Nebraska and Kansas, with a provision to repeal the Missouri Compromise act, will pass the Senate by a very large majority. Every Whig senator, I believe, from the slaveholding States will vote for it, and from all I can learn it will receive the unanimous vote of all the Whigs from the slave States in the other branch of Congress, and will doubtless become a law. There is a feeling here among the Whigs to run you for the Presidency. In this desire I fully participate, and write this to beg you, in the speech you make on the 16th, not to commit yourself particularly on this question. I do not wish you to embarrass yourself either North or South.

Believe me your friend,
ARCHIBALD DIXON.

SOURCE: Ann Mary Butler Crittenden Coleman, Editor, The Life of John J. Crittenden: With Selections from His Correspondence and Speeches, Vol. 2, p. 101

Tuesday, December 2, 2025

Speech of Congressman Albert G. Brown, delivered in the United States House of Representatives, in Reply to his Colleague, Hon. John D. Freeman, on the State of Parties in Mississippi, March 30, 1852

AVERSE as I am to the continuance of a controversy with my colleagues on the subject of Mississippi politics, I am not the less constrained to reply to a speech of my colleague, from the third district, which I find printed in the Globe of the 19th of this month. I am wholly at a loss to account for the ill temper which the speech exhibits. Surely there was nothing said by me to call forth such a reply. One of my colleagues [Mr. Wilcox], when the "HOMESTEAD BILL" was under debate, made a party speech, in which he represented, among other things, that my friends in Mississippi were attempting to "sneak back" into the Democratic party. It became my imperative duty to reply, and I did so. My colleague rejoined, and here I supposed the matter might very well have rested. But the gentleman [Mr. Freeman] returned from an excursion to New York, and without the least provocation from me, took up the cudgel, and proceeds to deliver himself of a speech full of acrimony; so full, indeed, that one as familiar as I am with the productions of his usually cool head, could hardly repress the conviction that a "torpid liver" must have influenced the calmer impulses of his mind.

If he entered the lists because he fancied that his friend had not successfully met my positions, I not only forgive him, but confess myself flattered by his consideration. "Thrice armed is he who hath his quarrel just;" and though my three colleagues should all assail me, armed, trebly armed as I am in the justice of my cause, I shall not despair of success against them all.

The gentleman tells us, in the opening paragraphs of his speech, that the pious philanthropists at the North have "decoyed, caught, and harbored some TWENTY-FIVE OF THIRTY THOUSAND of our SLAVES, and that we never expect to see them again." Precious confession! If the compromise, fugitive slave bill and all, is going to be executed in good faith, as my colleague and his Union friends assured the people of Mississippi it would be, why should he thus abandon all hope of recovering these "twenty-five or thirty thousand" slaves? The truth is, that all my colleagues are very ready to lecture me for a want of faith, but neither of them has the least confidence in the efficacy of the compromise. The one [Mr. Freeman] has no expectation that we are to recover our "twenty-five or thirty thousand slaves," and the other [Mr. Wilcox], less desponding, and yet evidently in doubt, concludes his speech with an earnest invocation to the North to do us justice. If the compromise were executed in good faith, we should get back our slaves. But, like my colleague, I "never expect to see them again." If the North has given us justice in the compromise, why this invocation to their sense of justice now? The honest truth is, that in our secret hearts we all know that justice has not been done us, and we have little hope that it will be in future. We have submitted to one wrong; will we submit to another? "We never expect to see our slaves again." All that we now do, is to invoke justice for the future.

My colleague, though he "never expects to see the slaves" that have been decoyed, caught, and harbored" by the pious philanthropists," is yet full of hope, in the conclusion of his speech, that we are to have peace in future. I do not care to be impertinent, but I should like to know on what he bases the hope that "decoying, catching, and harboring" slaves is going to cease, and why it is that, despairing as he does of recovering the slaves already taken from our possession, he is yet confident that we shall recover those that are "decoyed, caught, and harbored" hereafter? At his leisure, I shall be gratified to hear his answer. To my mind, we are as likely to recover those already "decoyed," as we are to recover those that are taken hereafter. I never expect to see the one or the other. The fugitive slave bill has not been executed; and if by its execution is meant an honest and faithful surrender of the slaves—such a surrender as is made of every other species of estrayed or stolen property—it never will be.

My colleague commenced his reply to me with an expression of his regret that he did not hear my speech. It certainly would have gratified me had he given me his audience; but as he did not, I should have been satisfied had he done me the honor to read a printed copy of my speech. This I am sure he never could have done. I know my colleague is a sensible man, and I hope he is just, and I am well satisfied that no sensible and just man who had read my speech could ever have published such a reply as that which I find printed by order of my colleague.

If my colleague's speech had been delivered in the House, I should have thrown myself upon his indulgence, and asked a portion of his allotted hour to correct his errors, as one after another he fell into them. But as it suited him better to print his speech without delivering it, I am left to no other alternative than that of asking the indulgence of the committee whilst I make such responses to his several allegations as in my judgment they merit.

It was an ungenerous fling from my colleague to criticise my remarks as he did in the opening paragraph of his speech. He thinks that upon such a question as that of appropriating money to continue the work on the capitol, I might have said something of the pressing necessities of the mechanics and laborers on these works of the character of the work, &c. Now, the plain English of this is, that I made a speech out of order, and that an act so unusual called for his special animadversion. I am sorry the gentleman did not see at an earlier day the necessity of sticking to the subject under debate. Three days before I spoke, our colleague from the second district [Mr. Wilcox] made a speech, to which the gentleman listened with infinite delight. The subject was "THE HOMESTEAD BILL" of the gentleman from Tennessee [Mr. Johnson]. "Upon such a topic we may have supposed that our colleague would have said something of the pressing necessities" of the landless, the houseless, and the homeless. "But, much to our surprise, he wandered off two thousand miles," to bring up and discuss before us the state of parties in Mississippi. The gentleman [Mr. Freeman] heard this speech. He enjoyed it. "He rolled it under his tongue as a sweet morsel." It was foreign to the subject under debate. It was out of order. It was in advance of any single remark from me on the subject of Mississippi politics. But it was from the political twin brother of my colleague, and therefore he had no word of rebuke to utter. But no sooner do I rise to "vindicate the truth of history" than my colleague rolls up his eyes in well-dissembled horror, and begins a pious lecture on the "pressing necessities of the mechanics and laborers whose work had been suspended." Why did not the gentleman thus rebuke our colleague from the second district, when first he lugged these foreign topics into the House of Representatives?

My colleague says, "the secret of the gentleman's [my] speech is to be found in the fact that the Union Democrats of Mississippi have called a state convention, and sent delegates to the Baltimore Convention." I am not aware of any secret purpose entertained by me in making that speech. It is upon its face my reply to a colleague, and no one can read it without seeing that it could only have been suggested by the speech to which it was a reply. Let me assure my colleague that what he calls "a state convention of the Union Democrats of Mississippi" has never given me a moment's uneasiness. I looked upon it more in sorrow than in anger. It was a poor abortion at best; and the only concern I ever felt in regard to it was, that it became the "slaughter-house" of a few pure-minded and upright Democrats.

The gentleman says I admitted "that the movement of my party was dead," and that "my party was dead." Now, sir, I made no such admissions; said nothing from which such an inference could have been drawn; and, if the gentleman shall ever take the trouble to read the speech to which he wrote a reply without having listened to its delivery, and without reading it after it was delivered, he will see how grossly he has misstated what it contains.

I said the "southern movement was dead;" and so it is; but I said explicitly that it was not the movement of my friends or of my party. It was, I said, and as I now repeat, the movement of all parties in the South—Whigs and Democrats, Union men and State-Rights men. My party is not dead nor dying. It lives, and moves, and has a being; and so long as there is true Democracy in the South, it will continue to grow and flourish. It is the party of progress. It contains all that is sound in the creed of the ancient fathers, and all that is pure and original in that of the "Young Democracy." Its steps are guided by the lights of past ages, and its course is onward and upward, to that destiny which awaits the votaries of freedom in every land. It is, I repeat, neither dead nor dying. Its glory was eclipsed in the late contest in our state, as the glory of the National Democracy was eclipsed in 1840, and again in 1848. But these things must pass away, even as the clouds pass over the face of a summer sun. The gentleman and his party cannot blot out the glory of the TRUE Democracy. Impotent attempt! As well might they strive to eclipse the true glory of the sun with the light of a penny candle, as thus to throw discredit upon the National Democracy, by their eternal cry of Union, Union. Theirs is a feeble light at best. It burns dimly in Georgia and Mississippi, and throws a sickly glimmer over a part of Alabama. Everywhere else it is lost in the sun-like blaze of a National Democracy—a Democracy which is as broad as the continent, and as athletic as Hercules. The democracy of my colleague and his Union allies is of a feeble nature. It is constantly going into spasms about the safety of the Union. Ours is of a different kind. It has no fears for the safety of the Union. The Union is strong, and can defend itself. If it should ever get into trouble, the National Democracy will be ready to give it a helping hand. I had rather rely upon one friend of the Union, who would stand by it in the hour of its peril, than a whole regiment of defenders who would go into hysterics every time some mad-cap cried "SECESSION!"

My colleague says, that after my return home in 1850, the compromise bills having passed, I made a "violent harangue" in which I said: "So help me God, I am for resistence; and my advice to you is that of Cromwell to his colleagues, “Pray to God, and keep your powder dry." Here, again, my colleague blunders. I made no "violent harangue" after my return home. It is true I made a speech, but it was characterized by everything rather than violence. I had no reason, at that time, to suppose that the speech did not meet the approbation of my colleague. We were upon terms that would have justified him in communicating any disapprobation he may have felt; and his failure to do so left me under the impression that I had said nothing which shocked his confidence in my devotion to the Union and the Constitution.

It is true that I used the two expressions which my colleague attributes to me, but not in the connection in which he employs them. I said, after the compromise bills had passed, or after it became manifest that they would pass, "So help me God, I am for resistance." I used that expression here, on this floor. I may have employed it elsewhere. But is my colleague at all justified in concluding that I used the term resistance as synonymous with secession? Not at all, sir. When Jefferson, and Madison, and Randolph, and Nicholas, and Clay, resisted the alien and sedition laws, were they for secession? When Jackson resisted the bank charter, was he for secession? When the whole Democracy of the nation resisted the tariff of 1842, were they all seceders, traitors, and disunionists? I used the term as it had been used from time immemorial as expressive of my strong disapprobation of the compromise bills, and of my determination to induce my constituents, if possible, to withhold from them the meed of their approbation, and to refuse, as far as practicable, to allow them to become precedents in the future legislation of the country. My constituents have never sanctioned the compromise. They have never said it met their approbation; and, in my judgment, they never will.

I used, in my speech at home, after my return from Congress, the Cromwellian expression which ever since has so much annoyed the peculiar guardians of the Union: "Pray to God, but keep your powder dry." And it was as if I had said, "Hope for the best, but be prepared for the worst." The true meaning of this expression will be understood when I state, that on that occasion, as now, I said appearances, in my judgment, are delusive. We have suffered much at the hands of the North, and we have not seen the end. We are destined to suffer much more. Some gentlemen say we have a final, and lasting, and eternal settlement of the slavery question. I hope it may be so. But I am incredulous; I would not cease to watch on such an assurance; I would hope for the best, but be prepared for the worst. "I would pray to God, but keep my powder dry."

The gentleman takes up the message and general policy of Governor Quitman, and attempts to hold the Democracy of Mississippi responsible for all he ever said and did. I will make this bargain with my colleague: If he will undertake to be responsible for all that Governor Foote has said and written, I will respond for the writings and sayings of Governor Quitman. Secession, disunion, revolution, southern rights, and similar terms, are as common along the path that General Foote made in the congressional record as mile-posts on a turnpike; and yet the gentleman passes over all these, and attacks Quitman's message. I leave others to decide whose "platter is clean on the outside," and whose is "filled with rottenness and dead men's bones." If my colleague's platter is clean without or within, it has, to my mind, a marvellous strange way of showing it.

The gentleman says that on the day the message of Governor Quitman appeared, "the Union Democrats then at the seat of government denounced it as treasonable to the nation, and they so denounce it now."

The day that Governor Quitman's message was delivered, there was assembled at the seat of government (Jackson) a convention. It was not a Democratic convention; it was not a Union Democratic convention; it was a convention in which the Democrats stood to the Whigs as about one to five. This convention denounced the governor's message, it is true. But I never heard before that the voice of denunciation was that of the Union Democrats. I heard it at the time as the voice of the Union party, and then, as now, I recognised it as the growl of Whiggery.

But how came there to be a convention at the seat of government? Was it called to deliberate on the governor's message? Not at all. This could not be; for the convention was composed of persons (chiefly Whigs) from all parts of the state, and it had actually assembled and was in session at the very moment when the governor's message was delivered. For what purpose did it assemble? Not, certainly, to consider a message yet not made public, and the contents of which were as little known to the members of that body before they assembled as to the people of China. I judge of the purpose of its assemblage by what it did. It formed, created, and brought into being the Union party. Mark you, it was not the Union Democratic party. There was no "Democratic" about it. It was the Union party; and it was formed outside of, above, and beyond the Democratic party. It was an attempt to form a third party. It failed; and then the ringleaders threw an anchor to the windward. Then it was that, finding the National Whigs and National Democrats were laughing at them, my colleague and his Union friends hung out the "Democratic" banner. At first it was all Union; and when they found the Union would not save them, they called themselves Union Democrats.

One of my colleagues [Mr. Nabers] the other day asked, in the course of his speech, "What it was that constituted party? Was it numbers or principles?" He said it was numbers, and as there were numbers in Mississippi who avowed themselves secessionists, he concluded there was a secession party there. My colleague's premises are badly laid, and his conclusions do not follow his premises. Numbers do not constitute party. It takes principles and numbers both to constitute party; and it takes something else it takes the organization of numbers on principle to constitute party. Whenever the gentleman shows that the secession numbers in Mississippi were organized on the principle of seceding from the Union, he will have shown that there was a secession party in Mississippi. And then I will show that neither I nor my friends belonged to or constituted a part of these numbers.

There are two, and only two, political organizations in our state-the "Union party" and the "Democratic State-Rights organization."I never heard of the Union Democratic party until after the elections were over, and a convention was about to be called to send delegates to Baltimore. The candidates in the state elections were announced as Union candidates and Democratic State-Rights candidates. The tickets were printed "Union tickets" and "Democratic State-Rights tickets."

It is strange how a sensible man hates to confess he has done a silly thing. I know my colleague [Mr. Freeman] feels bad. He feels that he has been playing truant to the party of which he professes to be a member. The best way to get out of it is to confess his folly, quit all this tom-foolery about the Union, and settle down again into a quiet, orderly citizen, and betake himself to the study of true Democracy. I commend to him the consolation held out in the two lines:

"While the lamp holds out to burn

The vilest sinner may return.”

The gentleman expresses some strange ideas about the anxiety of my friends and myself to get into the Baltimore Convention. I must confess this part of his speech is all jargon to me. "We have on the wedding garment,” — “our lamps are trimmed," and I know of no reason for any anxiety on our part. We are Democrats, and have always been. We appointed our delegates in the usual way, and upon my word, I can see no reason to doubt that we shall take our seats like other members of the family. So far as my colleague's remarks apply to me personally, I can only say that I am not an appointed delegate; and in this he and I are alike. He has been appointed by a Union convention, it is true. But I take it, a Union convention has no more right to appoint delegates to a Democratic convention, than the Pope of Rome would have to appoint the pastor of a Methodist church.

One of the strangest features in the gentleman's speech is, that the whole Democratic party of Mississippi are secessionists, because certain county meetings and certain newspapers promulgated secession doctrines and sentiments. Is my colleague serious in this? If he is, I will show in ten seconds, by the same rule of evidence, that he is a Whig. He proves that I am a secessionist, because the Mississippian, Free-Trader, Sentinel, and other Democratic papers, used expressions supposed to indicate, more or less, a disposition to secede. Suppose I take up the Vicksburg Whig, Natchez Courier, Holly Springs Gazette, and other Whig papers now in the service of the gentleman, and show that they are for the Whig cause and Whig principles throughout—does not the gentleman, by his own rule, thereby become a Whig? He does. And yet, sir, I do not pretend to say that he is a Whig. Parties are to be judged by what they say and do in their organic capacity, and not by the acts and speeches of individual members of the party. Before a party can be justly held responsible for the acts and speeches of any one or more of its members, it must be shown that such members had authority to speak for the party. This can never be done when the party in convention has spoken for itself. In such cases individual members become responsible for their own expressions, and the party, as a whole, and each member of it, is responsible for what the organic body, the convention, has said. By this rule I am ready to see my party tried, and by it I mean to try the gentleman and his party.

He introduces a series of resolutions, which he says were passed by the convention which nominated Governor Quitman. Numbers 5 and 6, as I find them in his speech, were resolutions originally passed by a joint convention of both parties—Whigs and Democrats—in our state. They were copied by our convention simply because they had received the sanction of all parties, and were, therefore, not liable to objection, as we supposed, from any quarter. The same resolutions had been reaffirmed by the Union Convention, and now stand as a part of their platform. Such at least is my recollection.

The resolution number 12, as printed by my colleague, declares the admission of California into the Union to be the "Wilmot proviso in another form." This resolution, as my colleague knows very well, embodies the substance of a letter written by the Mississippi delegation in the last Congress (including Governor Foote) to Governor Quitman. I hope Governor Foote, and my colleague as his supporter, will each take his share of the responsibility. I am willing to take mine.

Next come a series of resolutions passed by the Nashville Convention in June, 1850, and incorporated into our platform in June, 1851. These resolutions were passed at Nashville, when Judge Sharkey was presiding—when the convention was full of what is now called Union men—and they received the deliberate sanction of them all. They were approved at the time by Governor Foote and by my colleague, and if they afterwards denounced them, the most they can say of us who sustained them is, that we stuck to what we said a little longer than they did.

But my colleague thus speaks of this very Nashville Convention and its acts, in the speech to which I am now replying. He says: "For the first session of the Nashville Convention, all parties were and are responsible. I take my own share of it." Why, sir, these resolutions were passed by the first session of this convention. And again: To this convention the gentleman attributes the success of the compromise, and the defeat of the Wilmot proviso. He takes his share of the responsibility, and yet he quarrels with us because we incorporate a part of its wonderful works into our platform. If these works had done the mighty things he attributes to them, he might at least have spared them the bitter denunciation he has heaped upon them.

This disposes of our resolutions so far as I find them copied in my colleague's speech, with but a single exception, and that is an immaterial one. Here it is:

16. "ResolvedThat it is a source of heartfelt congratulation that the true friends of the Constitution and of the rights and honor of the South, of whatever party name, are now united in a common cause, and can act together with cordiality and sincerity."

And here is my colleague's commentary on it:

“‘What a beautiful specimen of old line Democracy,’ ‘Black spirits and white, blue spirits and gray.’”

When before was it doubted that the "old line Democracy" "were the true friends of the Constitution?" When before were the true friends of the South sneered at as "black spirits and white, blue spirits and gray?" When before was it considered a matter of reproach that the friends of the Constitution and of the South acted together with cordiality? I leave my colleague to answer.

The gentleman is at great pains to leave the impression on the minds of those who shall read his speech, that the Democratic party of Mississippi approved of and made a part of its creed the address, or resolutions, or some other of the proceedings of the second session of the Nashville Convention. Now, sir, I say emphatically, that he is mistaken. We never did, as a party, in any manner, shape, or form, by resolution or otherwise, endorse, approve, or sanction the proceedings of the second session of that body. He admits his own and his party's responsibility for the first session, but attacks the second session of the Nashville Convention. The second was but a continuation of the first. The gentleman's party never endorsed the acts of this second session, nor did mine. For the proceeding of the JUNE Nashville Convention, my friends and myself made ourselves responsible. But if my colleague shall show that we made ourselves responsible for the acts of the NOVEMBER session of that body, he will show what I have not yet seen.

My colleague argues that the Union movement grew out of the doctrines contained in the Quitman message, and the acts and resolutions of the second session of the Nashville Convention; so, at least, I understand him. The Union movement in Mississippi could not have grown out of that message, nor could it in any way have been influenced by the second session of the convention at Nashville. The Union party was organized at a mass Union meeting in Jackson, on the 18th November, 1850. On that day the governor's message was delivered to the legislature, and on that day the convention assembled at Nashville, Tennessee-four hundred miles off. The Union mass meeting was not, therefore, assembled to deliberate upon the one or the other of these things. Of both, the members of that body were profoundly ignorant at the time of their assemblage. The Union party was organized by this mass meeting. It held a convention in April, 1851, and under the style of "Union men," put its candidates in the field. The "Democratic State-Rights party" met in June, 1851, and made its nominations, calling them "Democratic State-Rights men."

Our position in the canvass was, that a state had the abstract right to secede from the Union, and to do it peaceably. For taking this position, we have been denounced as secessionists and disunionists, although we declared, in the same sentence in which we asserted the right, that it was "the last resort, the final alternative, and that we opposed its present exercise."

What was the position of my colleague and his party? They designated six distinct acts, the doing of any one of which would justify resistance, and among these was the repeal of the fugitive slave law, or its material modification. My colleague, I believe, endorsed, and perhaps yet endorses, the Georgia platform. It declares that "Georgia will resist, even to a disruption of every tie that binds her to the Union, the repeal of the fugitive slave bill;" and further, that, in her judgment. "the perpetuity of our much-loved Union depends upon the faithful execution of that law."

When I say I am for resistance, my colleague says I mean secession, or disunion. And pray, sir, when he says that he is for resistance, what does he mean? He will not secede, but he will resist if the fugitive slave law is repealed. Yes, sir, he will resist, even to a disruption of every tie that binds him to the Union; but he will not secede. He will perpetrate no such "abominable heresy" as peaceable secession. He will resist, he will sever the ties that bind him to the Union; but he will not do it peaceably—that is a heresy too abominable to be thought of. Well, sir, there is no disputing about tastes; but, I must confess, if it shall ever become necessary to "sever the ties," as I trust it never may, I shall prefer to see it done peaceably.

If language means anything, the gentleman's party in Mississippi was about as far committed to secession, by their resolutions, as was my party. I shall hold myself responsible for the resolutions of my party in general convention, and I ask the gentleman to assume no higher degree of responsibility himself.

My colleague complains that a Democratic senate in Mississippi elected a Whig (Judge Guion) to preside over it. This was not the first time that such an event had happened, and therefore it was not even singular. In the palmiest days of Jacksonism, Colonel Bingaman, an old-fashioned John Quincy Adams Whig, was elected both Speaker of the House and President of the Senate; and I heard nothing said against it. It caused no political convulsion in the state. Men and parties moved on just as they did before. It was a tribute to his high character and exalted worth as a gentleman and a native Mississippian. A Democratic Senate did the same thing for Guion, than whom Mississippi boasts no more noble, generous, and talented son. If Democratic senators were willing to waive their claims to the president's chair, and the Democratic party made no objection to Guion's election, pray, sir, who else had a right to complain? But, says the gentleman, "When the Whig president was elected, the secession governor (Quitman) resigned, and placed that Whig president of the senate in the office of governor." I can appreciate my colleague's "affliction of soul' at the accession of a Whig to the gubernatorial chair; but I hope he may find consolation in the fact, that the Whigs have done him some service in their day and generation.

My colleague cannot, I am sure, mean to convey the idea that Quitman resigned with a view of conferring the office of governor on Judge Guion. My colleague is very familiar with the facts attending Governor Quitman's resignation. He knows how he was charged with participating in the first Lopez expedition to Cuba. He knows that whilst others, who confessed to have been at Cardenas, were permitted to visit this city, and to travel everywhere, without molestation, Quitman was hunted like a common felon, and finally forced to resign the office of governor. He knows, too, that when he presented himself in New Orleans, and demanded a trial, the prosecution was instantly abandoned. All this my colleague knows. There is abasement enough in it for our state, God knows, without making the resignation of the governor the pretext for further charges.

The gentleman speaks of a "standing army," projected by Governor Quitman, and recommended by him to the legislature. And this, he says, was a part of the "secession scheme." I have heard of this "standing army" before, and I will exhibit the monster in all its proportions. Some years back, when the gentleman was attorney-general, and I was governor of Mississippi, the subject of reorganizing the militia was discussed. It may have escaped the recollection of my colleague, but it has not mine, that we concurred in the opinion, that the militia system of the state was a nuisance. Accordingly, in preparing the executive message, I brought the subject to the attention of the legislature; but nothing was done. My successor, Governor Matthews, took up the subject, and pressed it on the attention of the legislature; but with no better success. When Governor Quitman came into power, he took it up where Governor Matthews and myself had left it, and, like ourselves, he failed in getting the favorable action of the legislature.

I always regarded this "standing army" as one of the humbugs of the campaign. I had the fullest confidence in the wisdom and patriotism of Governor Quitman, and I confess, therefore, never to have examined critically his scheme for reorganizing the militia. But if I am not mistaken, it will be seen by reference to the record, that he was following out substantially the positions taken by me, and which I had no reason to suppose met the disapprobation of my present colleague and the late attorney-general of Mississippi.

If there was not much more in this "standing army" than I have supposed, it is mine; I claim it by right of invention. It was my squadron; I first put it in the field. But as the relations of Mississippi with the Federal government were at the time of a most pacific character, not extending beyond a dispute about a very small fraction of the two per cent. fund, and as the Compromise had not been heard of, I hope to escape the imputation of harboring hostile designs against our venerable relative, "Uncle Sam."

The whole extent, body and breeches, of the "standing army," as I understand it, is this: It was an attempt to substitute an organized corps of volunteers for the ridiculous and troublesome militia trainings that are now required by law. In what precise terms it was presented by Governor Quitman, I say again, I do not know. But this is the monster as I have seen him in all his huge proportions.

The gentleman next charges that Colonel Tarpley, a Democrat, was ruled off, and Governor Guion, a Whig, recommended for chancellor of Mississippi. It so happens that there was no ruling off in the case. Both gentlemen agreed to submit their pretensions to an informal meeting of mutual friends. Those friends advised Colonel Tarpley to withdraw, and, like a true man and a Democrat, he did it. One would naturally conclude that my colleague, from his manner of speaking about this transaction, would have voted for Colonel Tarpley, the Democrat, if he had continued in the canvass. But I tell you he would have done no such thing. He had already made up his mind to vote for Charles Scott, another Whig. His party had him in the field, and they all voted for him, and, what is more, with a little help from our side they elected him. When my colleague votes for a Whig himself, he takes no account of it. It is all very natural that he should do so. But if I, or my friends, do the same thing, then it is all wrong. My colleague, in all this, seems to admit that we are the old liners, "the salt of the party," and it grieves him to see us going astray. I thank him for the admonition. True men should be always circumspect. More latitude may be allowed those to whom no one looks for examples of fidelity to the party.

In extenuation of this atrocious charge, so vehemently laid against my party and myself, of having voted for a Whig chancellor, I may mention a few facts. For twenty years, the people of Mississippi have elected their own judges, and in no single instance within my knowledge has a judge ever been chosen on party grounds until it was done by the Union party. It stands to the everlasting credit of our people that they did, with Roman firmness, withstand for twenty years all the appeals of the politicians to mix up politics with the administration of justice. Judge Sharkey was again and again elected from a Democratic district, though he was always a Whig. Judge Posey, though a Democrat, has presided with dignity and ability for a long time in a Whig district. Judge Miller, a Whig, was elected and re-elected in the strongest Democratic district in the state. It is not to the credit of the Union men that they departed from this time-honored usage. And I think the example they have set us will be "more honored in the breach than in the observance."

The gentleman intimates, that after the September election of 1851 had resulted adversely to my party I changed my policy, and by a timely retreat saved myself from defeat. No one knows better than my colleague that such an insinuation is grossly unjust. After the result of the September election was known, and when the Union party was fuller of exultation than it ever was before or since, and in the midst of their rejoicings, I published an address to the people of my district. A few short extracts from this address will show how much I quailed before the frowns of a party flushed with victory. This publication was made to vindicate myself against the slanders of my enemies. I said:

“‘There are my speeches and there my votes; I stand by and defend them. You say for these my country will repudiate me. I demand a trial of the issue.’ This was my language in the first speech made by me after my return from Washington. I repeat it now. I said then, as I say now, that the charge laid against me that I was, or ever had been, for disunion or secession, was and is FALSE and SLANDEROUS.”

If I stood by my votes and speeches, and defended them to the last, in what is the evidence of my faltering to be found? I submit the concluding paragraphs of this address:

"In the approaching election, I asked the judgment of my constituents on my past course. I claim no exemption from the frailties common to all mankind. That I have erred is possible, but that the interests of my constituents have suffered from my neglect, or that I have intentionally done any act or said anything to dishonor them in the eyes of the world, or to bring discredi upon our common country, is not true. In all that I have said or done, my aim has been for the honor, the happiness, and the true glory of my state.

"I opposed the Compromise with all the power I possessed. I opposed the admission of California, the division of Texas, the abolition of the slave trade in the District of Columbia, and I voted against the Utah bill. I need scarcely say that I voted for the Fugitive Slave bill, and aided, as far as I could, in its passage. I opposed the Compromise.

"I thought, with Mr. Clay, that 'it gave almost everything to the North, and to the South nothing but her honor.'

"I thought, with Mr. Webster, that the 'South got what the North lost and that was nothing at all.'

"I thought, with Mr. Brooks, that the 'North carried everything before her.' "I thought with Mr. Clemens, that there was no equity to redeem the outrage.' "I thought, with Mr. Downs, that 'it was no compromise at all.'

"I thought, with Mr. Freeman, 'that the North got the oyster and we got the shell.'

"I thought, at the last, what General Foote thought at the first, that 'it contained none of the features of a genuine Compromise.'*

"And finally, and last, I voted against it, and spoke against it, BECAUSE it unsettled the balance of power between the two sections of the Union, inflicted an injury upon the South, and struck a blow at that political equality of the states and of the people, on which the Union is founded, and without a maintenance of which the Union cannot be preserved.

"I spoke against it, and voted against it, in all its forms. I was against it as an omnibus, and I was against it in its details. I fought it through from Alpha to Omega, and I would do so again. I denounced it before the people, and down to the last hour I continued to oppose it. The people have decided that the state shall acquiesce, and with me that decision is final. I struggled for what I thought was the true interest and honor of my constituents, and if for this they think me worthy of condemnation, I am ready for the sacrifice. For opposing the Compromise, ise. I have no apologies or excuses to offer; I did that which my conscience told me was right, and the only regret I feel is that my opposition was not more availing."

This is what the gentleman calls meek and lowly submission. These were my positions on the day of my election; they were the positions of my entire party; they are our positions now; we submitted to nothing but the voice of our state. Then, as now, when Mississippi speaks we are ready to obey; the state had a right to decide for herself what, if anything, was necessary in vindication of her honor. She made that decision, and of it I thus spoke in the address from which I have been reading.

"I opposed and denounced the Compromise, but I did not thereby make myself a disunionist. I thought in the beginning that it inflicted a positive injury upon the South, and I think so now. This opinion is well settled, and is not likely to undergo any material change. I gave my advice freely, but never obtrusively, as to the course which I thought the state ought to pursue. That advice has not been taken. Mississippi has decided that submission to or acquiescence in the compromise measures is her true policy. As a citizen, I bow to the judgment of my state. I WISH HER JUDGMENT HAD BEEN OTHERWISE—but from her decision I ask no appeal."

After this publication was made, my colleague and General Foote both visited my district with special reference to my defeat. Others traversed it. The newspapers became more reckless than ever. Slander upon slander was "piled up like Pelion upon Ossa, until the very heavens cried for quarters." But all to no effect. And now we have the sickly excuse rendered, that I turned "submissionist." The charge is entitled to my pity and contempt, and I give them both without stint and without grudging.

The gentleman speaks of my willingness to beg my way into the Baltimore Convention. In this he is about as accurate as in his other statements. So far from begging my way into the Baltimore Convention, I have expressly declined going in at all. I wrote to my party friends at home requesting not to be named as a delegate. I did so because our party had, years ago, from proper motives, determined to exclude members of Congress from presidential conventions, and I wanted no departure from the rule in my case. If the gentleman means that I am begging for the admission of my friends, he is again mistaken. I know the strength of the true Democracy of Mississippi. We polled within a thousand of a majority at the last election, and we can poll many more at another trial. And I suppose the nominees at Baltimore and their friends will be quite as anxious to receive our votes as we will be to give them. This, however, was one of the gentleman's ill-tempered flings, to which a reply is hardly necessary. No man of sound judgment, not carried away by passion, can suppose that there will be any more question about the admission of the delegates from Mississippi than from any other state. I have not canvassed the question, because I never supposed that it admitted of a doubt in any man's mind, except that of the gentleman himself, and his friend Governor Foote.

The gentleman thinks it singular that I should expect to enter the Baltimore Convention with opinions not altogether in harmony with the sentiments of Democrats elsewhere. Let us see how much there is in all this. Let us see in what my views "differ from the great body of the National Democracy." And let us inquire whether these differences of opinion have not been tolerated on former occasions. There are three classes of Democrats: Federal Democrats, Union Democrats, and State-Rights Democrats. And the question on which we differ is this: "What redress has a state, suffering intolerable oppression from the Federal government?" or, "What remedy has a state for a violation of the compact between herself and the Federal government?" It will be observed that the question is one which each state must, of necessity, decide for itself. And every individual will decide it for himself according to his federal or republican proclivities. A Federal Democrat would say that a state should submit, under any and all circumstances. A Union Democrat would advise revolution, and he would, I suppose, lead a rebel army; but where to, and against whom, God only knows. A State-Rights Democrat would advocate peaceable secession. But we all agree that each state must be left free to shape its own policy. No one would think of consulting the Federal government, or the National Executive, as to what a state should do in such a case. National parties and national conventions have nothing to do with state policy, and have no right to instruct a state as to "the mode and measure of redress" in cases of "infractions of the compact." It follows, therefore, that the Baltimore Convention can have nothing to do with the policy of Mississippi; and if it shall assume to tell her what are her rights as a member of the Confederacy, it will transcend its authority, and its act, in this regard, will be null and void. The Baltimore Convention will commit no such folly. It is a question of state policy, with which national parties, national Executives, and national conventions, have no concern. Now let us see whether, in days gone by, the Democracy of Mississippi has been required to submit its local or state policy to the supervision of a national convention.

Three times the Democracy of Mississippi has shaped the policy of that state without consulting the Democracy of other states. Twenty years ago, the Democracy of Mississippi determined to elect judges by the people. It was a bold innovation. New York, Pennsylvania, and other states, laughed at our temerity. But New York, Pennsylvania, and other states, have followed our example.

Fifteen years ago, Mississippi Democracy set its face against banks and banking. Under the lead of McNutt every bank in the state was swept away. We took the lead. The Democracy of other states hesitated, and finally refused to follow.

Twelve years ago, the Democracy of our state declared against paying certain BONDS, issued in the name of the state, and bearing its seal. The Democracy of other states was horror-stricken; but we had our own way.

In no one of these cases had we the support or countenance of the National Democracy; and in all of them there were bolters from the party, who denounced it, as my colleague now denounces us. When we resolved to elect judges by the people, they called us anarchists and levellers. When we made war upon the banks, we were Jacobins and Red Republicans. When we were opposing the bonds, they denounced us as repudiators and public plunderers. The true Democracy of Mississippi survived the gibes and taunts of its enemies in those days; and it will survive the denunciations of the gentleman and his associates now. We settled all these cases without losing our identity with the National Democracy, and without consulting its wishes. And we never failed to meet them on national questions, in national conventions; and we shall not fail now. We shall not dictate what others are to do in vindication of their rights, nor will we tolerate dictation from others as to how we shall defend our own.

The gentleman, strangely enough, misunderstands what I said respecting General Foote's being at one time a Whig. He speaks of Colonel Fall, Colonel Miller, and other Democrats, having represented the Whig county of Hinds. In this he misses the point. These gentlemen were all elected as Democrats. It was a high tribute to their worth, to be elected from a strong Whig county; yet it caused great labor and extraordinary diligence on the part of their friends. General Foote had an easier time of it. He run [sic] as a Whig. He was elected as a Whig. He served as a Whig. As a member from Hinds county he voted, as the journals show, for a Whig United States senator. I hope I am now more clearly understood.

I should never have introduced the name of General Foote into this debate, if it had not become necessary in vindication of Governor Quitman. I commend to my colleague a homely adage, "that those who live in glass houses should not throw stones."

My colleague "thanks God" that his party had in its ranks "many gallant and patriotic Whigs." It may be all a matter of taste, but it seems to me it would have been more appropriate if he had returned his thanks to another quarter. I can hardly think it was a celestial influence that made the "gallant and patriotic Whigs of Mississippi" the followers of my colleague. But I discern in this part of the gentleman's speech two things worthy of commendation—gratitude and common sense. It is right that he should, in this or in some other way, manifest his gratitude to those who elected him. And it indicates good common sense to retain, as far as he can, the good opinion of his Whig friends. It is very certain that they will be needed in another election, if my colleague should be a candidate.

It may be that my colleague has captured a large number of Whigs, and means to march them into the Democratic camp. I have heard such an intimation. If it turns out to be true, I hope he will post his captives in the rear, and not in the front of our line. And I would particularly caution him against giving them commissions and high rank, until he is certain they will be faithful to our flag. It is not safe to make commanders of those too recently taken from the ranks of the enemy. They may betray us in the hour of trial; or, from the force of habit, turn their arms against us. Besides, the old veterans in our ranks may object to following these captive commanders. Senator Brooke, for example, is an excellent Whig, and, for aught I know, he is a very good Union Democrat; but I know many an "old liner" who would not like to follow his lead in a presidential campaign.

My colleague is sensitive when allusion is made to an existing connection between the Whigs and Union Democrats. He has reason to be. The success of the Union party in Mississippi has given the Whigs more offices and more patronage than they have enjoyed for many years. If the gentleman means well towards the Democratic party, he cannot but regret that, through the instrumentality of his party friends, the most influential and important places in the state have been given to the Whigs. It is due to the Whigs for me to say, they have selected men of high character, and such as will be likely to make their present official positions felt in future elections. I honor them for their sagacity.

My colleague introduces a silly story about my settling in the Democratic county of Copiah, and being soon after sent to the legislature, and about my meeting a former Whig friend, who inquired how it was that the Democrats of Copiah sent a Whig to the legislature; and some other twaddle of the same sort. The story, if it had any purpose, was intended to leave the impression that I had at one time been a Whig. I am sorry that my position in Mississippi has been so humble that it has failed to attract the attention of the gentleman. He is entirely ignorant of my personal history, else he never could have retailed second-hand, and much less have coined, such a story. Instead of my settling in Copiah, and being soon after sent to the legislature, I went there with my father when I was eight years old, and have resided there ever since, except when absent in the public service. At the early age of twenty-one, I was sent to the legislature as a Democrat, and at each succeeding election, from then until now, I have been a candidate. I have invariably run as a Democrat, and have never suffered defeat. There is not an old Democrat in my congressional district, and scarcely one in the state, that could not contradict the implied declaration of the gentleman, that I had been a Whig. If the story was meant for wit, it was flat; if intended for effect, it was simply ridiculous. My colleague need not concern himself about my position, nor his own. I have been in the party all the time. He has the right to return, and, like a truant boy who had been a day from school, take his place at the foot of the class. I hope he will do it without grumbling.

The gentleman speaks of the "so-called Democratic State-Rights Convention," to send delegates to the Baltimore Convention. As usual, he mistakes the facts. There was no call of a "Democratic State-Rights Convention" in Mississippi to send delegates to the Baltimore Convention. The call was for a "DEMOCRATIC CONVENTION." It was made as such calls have usually been made, through the central organ of the party—the Mississippian. The gentleman errs again in saying, "it was simply an editorial article." It was a call made in the usual way and through the usual channel, and upon consultation with the oldest, longest tried, and most substantial members of the party residing at and near the seat of government. The call embraced the whole party, without reference to past differences; and it was responded to by the party generally in Mississippi. Soon after the appearance of this call, several members of the "Compromise Convention," then at Jackson, issued a call for a "Union Democratic Convention;" thus marking, in distinct terms, their resolution not to unite with the great body of the party. It is worthy of remark in this connection, that the gentlemen calling this convention used the term "Union Democratic Convention." And it was the first time within my recollection that this term ever was used in Mississippi to designate an organized party. I had heard of "Union Whigs" and "Union Democrats," but it applied to individuals only. When the party, the organization, was spoken of, it was called the "Union party." That is my recollection.

I repeat, sir, the DEMOCRATIC convention in our state which appointed delegates to the Baltimore Convention, was called as a Democratic convention, and not as a "so-called Democratic State-Rights convention." But why should my colleague have such a horror of "State-Rights?" Is he not a State-Rights man? He may think that an oppressed state has no right but the right of submission, or revolution, and that if she judges for herself of "infractions of the compact," and of the "mode and measure of redress," the federal government may reduce her and hold her as conquered province. This may be his notion of state rights. But I recollect that in 1841 (and I appeal to the public newspapers in Mississippi for the correctness of my recollection) the gentleman ran on the "Democratic State-Rights ticket" for attorney-general in our state. He had no horror of state rights then. In that year the term "Democratic" meant the right of the people to rule, and "State Rights" meant the right of the state to reject the payment of an unjust demand for money. Our opponents said, I know, that Democratic State Rights meant repudiation. My colleague won his first laurels in this celebrated campaign. In 1851, ten years after, he hoisted the "Democratic State-Rights banner" again. Democratic meant, as in 1841, the right of the people to rule, and state rights meant the right of a state, in the language of the Kentucky resolutions, "to judge of infractions of the federal compact, and of the mode and measure of redress." But the gentleman refused to fight under this banner, and he now denounces it as emblematic of treason, civil war, bloodshed, strife, and all the horrors known to man. I hope he will not get out of temper if we tell him that some of us think differently, and that we mean to enjoy our opinions.

The gentleman says the Union Democratic Convention of Mississippi appointed "seven delegates to the Baltimore Convention." That "the Union men of the South hold the presidential election in the palms of their hands." They demand thus and so, and if the convention does not comply with these demands, "it had better never assemble." Wake snakes and come to judgment the times are big with the fate of nations. "The Union party of the South holds the presidency in its hands," even as the Almighty holds the universe. It stamps its foot, and the earth trembles. It speaks, and the sun stands still, as at the bidding of Joshua. Seriously, I hope "the seven men in buckram" from Mississippi do not contemplate upsetting the universe, even if the Baltimore Convention should refuse some of their demands.

I have treated these domestic squabbles at greater length than their importance may seem to justify. I have treated them fairly, I think, and I hope in good temper. I set out with a determination not to be provoked by the ungenerous assaults of my colleague, and I have kept that resolve steadily in view. I am now done.

The controversy between my colleagues and myself has not been of my seeking. Our constituents did not send us here to fight again the campaign battles of Mississippi. And if I had been left alone to pursue the inclinations of my own mind, I never should have introduced the subject of Mississippi politics on this floor. The subject is foreign to the business of legislation on which we have been sent, and ought never to have been introduced here. But when my colleagues combined, as I thought, to make up a record prejudicial to my party-friends, prejudicial "to the truth of history," and calculated to fix on the mind of the country and of after ages, a wrong impression as to the principles, objects, ends, and aims of my friends, I should have been false to those friends, false to the truth of history, false to the reader of these debates in after times, if I had not interposed.

They have made their showing—I have made mine; and I submit the issue to the impartial arbitrament of the country and of posterity, without one shadow of doubt that justice will be awarded to us all. I ask nothing more, and will be content with nothing less.

This discussion is not suited to my taste. It obstructs the legitimate business of legislation, and encumbers the Congressional record with matter that has no business there. Its present effect must be, if it has any effect, to weaken the Democracy and give strength to the Whigs. For all these reasons, and for many others, I am most anxious to get clear of it. If the future depends on my action, there will be no recurrence to the subject, here or elsewhere.
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* General Foote, in speaking of Mr. Clay's compromise resolutions, said: "I shall always be unable to see in his resolutions, any of the features of a genuine compromise." The allusion is to this expression.

SOURCE: M. W. Cluskey, Editor, Speeches, Messages, and Other Writings of the Hon. Albert G. Brown, A Senator in Congress from the State of Mississippi, pp. 261-72

Tuesday, November 18, 2025

Leaf of a Diary Written in a Feminine Hand, found in the House of "Captain” Dick Lee, dated May 3, 1862

Oh, my dear, dear home, the home of my childhood-my life! Oh, the old time-beaten, moss-covered house where my eyes first saw the light, and my tongue was taught to lisp its first prayer; how I have watched your decay, and my proud heart has been ashamed of your age! My own wicked spirit is now humbled, and I come to you to-day, where my first prayer was uttered, to offer up the last in the home of my former happiness. Farewell, dear home, forever!

SOURCE: William De Loss Love, Wisconsin in the War of the Rebellion, pp. 273-4

Monday, November 17, 2025

Diary of Lucy Larcom, May 6, 1861

Through the dark and lurid atmosphere of war the light of "Nature's own exceeding peace" still softly falls on the earth. The violets have opened their blue eyes by the roadside; the saxifrage fringes the ledges with white; and the arbutus, the Pilgrim's mayflower, blossoms on the hills away from here; we have no hillsides for it to grow upon, but I had some on May-day, from the hills of Taunton. How strange the contrast between these delicate blossoms and the flaring red flower of war that has burst into bloom with the opening of spring!

Every day brings something to stir the deep places of the soul, and in the general awakening of life and liberty it may be that every heart feels its own peculiar sorrow and happiness more keenly. There is a deeper life in every breath I draw; and messages from distant friends seem more near and touching. One day, from one of the most beloved and honored, comes a kind word for my poor efforts at poetry; almost a prophecy of some blessed days of summer life among the mountains by and by, — and a holy benediction, "God bless thee, and keep thee!" that fell upon my heart like the first ray of some new and unknown morning. All life seemed green and glowing with a freshened trust.—God is, and goodness is; and true hearts are, forever! There is nothing to doubt, even in these dark days!

Then, the next day, a message from dear Esther (she could not write it herself) to say that she is dying, and wants to hear from me again. And to think that she had been drooping all these spring days, while I have been too full of occupation with the stir of the times to write! But she says my words have always been good for her, and surely few have blessed me by life and thought as she has. Heaven will have one bond for my heart, closer than any yet. I am glad that she can lie down in peace, before the horrible scenes of bloodshed, which only a miracle can now avert, shall be enacted.

SOURCE: Daniel Dulany Addison, “Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary,” pp. 90-1

Diary of Lucy Larcom, May 9, 1861

I had set myself to reading Maury's "Physical Geography of the Sea," after a long deferring; but now that he has come out as a rank rebel against his country, I cannot feel any interest in his theories, ingenious as they are said to be. Like poor, wise, fallen Bacon, his ideas may prove something to the world, "after some years have passed over," but one is not fond of being taught by traitors.

SOURCE: Daniel Dulany Addison, “Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary,” p. 91

Diary of Lucy Larcom, May 15, 1861

A glimpse into a heart which has always been closed, both to God and man, — what a chaos it discloses! Yet with all the elements of order there, it is like the promise of a new creation. Such a glimpse, such a half-unveiling, one has given me to-day, out of a soul-deep, long-repressed longing for "something to love!" Ah, that sorrowful need of every woman's heart, especially; yet more joyful than sorrowful, because the longing shows the fulfillment possible, — yes, certain. In the heavenly life, which such aspirations prophesy, there is love abounding, to give and to receive. And I am thankful for one more to love.

SOURCE: Daniel Dulany Addison, “Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary,” pp. 91-2

Diary of Lucy Larcom, May 20, 1861

Esther dead! Gone home two days before I heard or dreamed of it! But since she has gone home, — since it is only a glorious release for her, — I will not let a thought of repining sully the gladness I ought to share with her. It is only that one who has always lived near the Holiest One is now called nearer still. I have known her only in Him, and there I know her and love her still.

SOURCE: Daniel Dulany Addison, “Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary,” p. 92

Diary of Lucy Larcom, May 22, 1861

They write to me of her funeral, of the white flowers beside her head, and of her own lilies of the valley strewn over her in the grave by one who knew how she loved them. Everything that would have made her happy, had her eyes been open to see, and her ears to hear. They sang the hymns she loved, "Rock of Ages," and "I would not live alway," and "Thy will be done." And my dear friend is free!—her soul has blossomed into heavenly light! I told her once that this book was for only her to see; I do not like my thoughts when I think them for myself alone; and there is no other friend who would care as she cared. Will she read them now?

SOURCE: Daniel Dulany Addison, “Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary,” p. 92

Diary of Lucy Larcom, May 27, 1861

This is the gala week of spring. None of the early flowers have quite faded, and the apple trees are in full bloom, while elms and maples are just wearing their lightest drapery of green, so tardily put on. Soft breezes, sweet melody from many birds, clear sunshine, not yet too warm, all things are just in that state, when, if we could wish for a standstill in nature, we should.

And Esther has been one week in heaven! It seems to me, sometimes, as if some new charm was added to cloud and sunshine, and spring blossoms, since she went away; as if it were given me to see all things clearer for her clearer vision; she would speak to me, if she could.

Lectures these few days on historical women. Paula, Queen Elizabeth, and Madame de Maintenon, thus far. Paula, the friend of St. Jerome, and the woman whom the speaker made to illustrate friendship, pleased me most, as presenting a higher ideal than either of the others. Christianity gave woman the privilege of a pure friendship with man; before unknown, we are told. It is one of the noblest gifts of religion, and I wish people believed in it more thoroughly. But only a truly elevated and chastened nature can understand real friendship, not a Platonic ideal only, though that is elevated, let who will sneer at it: but a drawing of the noblest souls together, and to the Soul of souls, for the highest ends. This is Christian friendship; union in Christ for all beauty, all purity, all true and noble life, which He illustrated in His own glorious life and death, and of which He is now the inspiring power. "We are complete in Him."

Yes, I am sure that it is in drawing near to Him that I feel the loveliness of such beauty as that into which the world now blossoms; for is not He the Lord of nature, and also my Lord and Friend? And through His great love for us, I see the ideal of all true human love. "As I have loved you," He said, "so must we love each other, with tenderness, forbearance, generosity, and self-sacrifice."

Such friendship is possible, is eternal; and it is almost the most precious thing in the soul's inheritance.

SOURCE: Daniel Dulany Addison, “Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary,” pp. 93-4

Diary of Lucy Larcom, June 12, 1861

I have been free for a few days, and have taken a journey, a flying tour among some of my friends. How it quieted me, to be with my peace-loving friends in these wild times of war!

There are some friends whose presence is encouragement in all that is good, whom to look upon is to grow stronger for the truth. There are homes, too, over which saintly memories hang, making all within and around them sacred, blending earth with heaven by holy sympathies. How blessed I am, to know such friends, to enter such homes as these! Sometimes I can truly say, "My cup runneth over!"

SOURCE: Daniel Dulany Addison, “Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary,” p. 94

Diary of Lucy Larcom, June 14, 1861

Still the same old weariness of study; "weariness of the flesh." Books are treasures, but one may work among treasures even, digging and delving, till there is little enjoyment in them. And the greater pain is, that, by becoming numb to the beautiful and true, in any form, one does not feel its power entirely, anywhere. So I felt this morning, which I stole from my books. I sat on a ledge in a distant field, all around me beautiful with June, and no sight or sound of human care in sight. I sat there like a prisoner, whose chains had dropped for the moment, but the weight and pain of them lingered still. Yet I began to feel what it is to be free, and how sweet and soothing nature always is, before I rose to return. I think it would not take me long to get accustomed to freedom, and to rejoice in it with exceeding joy.

SOURCE: Daniel Dulany Addison, “Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary,” pp. 94-5

Diary of Lucy Larcom, June 23, 1861

Weary, weary, too weary to listen patiently to the heavy Sabbath bells; far too weary to sit in the church and listen to loud words and loud singing. And my brain is too tired to let my heart feel the beauty of this quiet day. I only know that the balm and beauty of June are around me, without realizing it much. But rest will come soon, up among the mountains with friends who love noise and confusion as little as I do. I shall be at peace. A blessing will come to us, among the hills.

SOURCE: Daniel Dulany Addison, “Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary,” p. 95

Diary of Lucy Larcom, July 4, 1861

Crackers all around the house at night. Fire-crackers, torpedoes, pistols, and bell-ringing, are enough to make one sick of one's country, if this is the only way of showing one's patriotism. I am sure, as I lay last night, nervously wide awake, with every shot startling and paining me as if it had really gone through my brain, I felt more belligerently disposed toward the young patriots than toward the Southern rebels! But if there is no other way of nursing an interest in free institutions among these juvenile republicans, there's nothing to be done but to endure the "Fourth of July" once a year, for the general good.

SOURCE: Daniel Dulany Addison, “Lucy Larcom: Life, Letters, and Diary,” pp. 95-6

Friday, November 14, 2025

Diary of Elvira J. Powers: Sunday Evening, April 10, 1864

Attended church to-day at the Second Presbyterian, or "Union Church" as it is called. It is the only one in the city, I am told, where one is sure of hearing sentiments of loyalty. Rev. Mr. Allen is pastor. He does not fear now, under the shadow of Fort Negley, and with so many "blue coats" about, to "Lift up his voice like a trumpet, and show the people their transgressions and the house of Jacob their sins." I believe, however, that he was obliged to leave the place previous to the entrance of our troops.

I saw a pomegranate flower for the first time, to-day. It is of a dark red color, single, about the size of a plum blossom. It is of the same family I think, though cannot analyze it, for want of a botanical work.

In passing through ward 1 of the hospital last Wednesday, and asking advice of the chief nurse—who, by the by, is soon to complete his studies as surgeon—as to what we could do for the benefit of the invalids, he said there were two cases who would die unless some one could by attention and cheerful conversation save them. That they had been sick a long time, were very low, but the trouble now was nervous debility from homesickness and despair of life. Had himself done what he could for them, but was worn out with care of the ward and loss of sleep. And he added:

"The Surgeon has given them up, and I will give them into your charge, and if they live it will be your care which saves them."

"Would anything be injurious for them to eat?"

"No, if you can get them to eat anything you will do better than I can."

Upon inquiring which they were, he pointed them out, when I told him that I had spoken to both only a few moments before, and that one would scarcely notice me enough to tell me his disease, while the other would not answer at all, but drew the sheet over his face.

"Oh, yes," he replied, "they think no one cares for them, that they're going to die, and the worst one is in a half stupor much of the time. But pass your hand gently over his forehead to arouse him, and then you know how to interest him."

He then directed the nurse of this one to go with me and see that everything was done which I directed. The nurse and patient were both from Indiana, and the former going to the side of the bed toward which the face of the sick man was turned, said in a peculiarly pleasant and sympathizing tone:

"William, there's a lady come to see you and she wants to make you well if she can."

Passing my hand over his forehead, as directed, I added as cheerily as possible :

"Yes, William, I've come to see if I can't do something for you; if I shall write some letters for you, or bring you something to eat to make you better."

He roused up and I knew he was listening, but not wishing to excite him too much I then commenced asking of the nurse about his company and regiment, and the length of time he had been sick in that hospital. But I had scarcely done so, when the sick man turned his face down into the pillow, burst into tears and grieved and sobbed like a child, fairly shaking the bed with the violence of his emotion. The nurse bent down to him, and said as if pacifying a sick child:

"Don't fret so, William, this lady loves you, and she's going to try to make you well."

I knew the tears would do him good, but I spoke low and slowly, and the sobs grew less as he listened:

"You've been sick a long time, I know, and have grown discouraged and have thought you were never going to get well, but the Doctor says there is nothing to hinder if you will only try. I was once sick myself with a low nervous fever, and felt just as you do for a long time. And the physician told me at last that I wouldn't live unless I made up my mind to try to live. And I did try and worked hard for it for a long time else I should never have got well. And now if you will do the same and think all the time of what you are going to do when you get well, I will come and see you as often as I can, and bring you anything you wish to eat. Wouldn't you like to have me write for you to ask your wife, mother, or sister, to come and take care of you?

Just then the nurse tells me he is "single" and I repeat the question of his mother and sisters.

"No," he replied, in a sad, grieved, hollow voice, "they wouldn't come."

"Shouldn't I write to his father to tell him how he was." "No," he didn't "want any letters written."

"Could he think of something he could eat."

He said he could not, but the nurse exclaimed:—"Why, William, don't you remember you said the other day you could eat some pickles, if you could get them?" "Yes, I could eat some pickles," said the slow, hollow voice. A little inquiry found that it was possible he could eat a cookie also, so it was arranged that the nurse should call at the home of the Christian Commission, where I was stopping, for the articles.

I also learned that the sick man had not been bathed since having the fever, and his face looked like dried parchment. I made a prescription of castile soap and warm water for his benefit, to be applied to the whole surface of his body—the application to take place immediately after my departure. After the bath, the nurse called and I sent some cookies and a small jar of pickles.

The other patient to whom I was referred, was scarcely less interesting, but have not time to note the particulars. I visited them again yesterday, and found my directions with regard to each had been carried out, and both were better and glad this time to see me. William rejoiced in the jar of pickles upon his stand, out of which he had gained sufficient appetite to "reckon," he "could eat a few dried peaches, if he could get them." A small jar of those was prepared and sent to him, with a second edition of cookies.

SOURCE: Elvira J. Powers, Hospital Pencillings: Being a Diary While in Jefferson General Hospital, Jeffersonville, Ind., and Others at Nashville, Tennessee, as Matron and Visitor, pp. 23-6

Thursday, November 13, 2025

Diary of Private John C. West, May 16, 1863

COLUMBIA, SOUTH CAROLINA.

The date of May 13th was written at the depot in Augusta, Georgia, and brings me to my arrival at that place. I had intended passing on without delay, but heard from a stranger on the cars that Lieutenant Selman and my other Texas friends were at Montgomery and would be in Augusta on the next train. This determined me to spend a day in Augusta, to let them overtake me. I had my baggage carried to the Augusta Hotel, and after making myself presentable, called at Mr. Carter's drug store and found that he had gone to Charleston to purchase a new supply of drugs. I met at the drug store Mr. Rogers, a brother of Mrs. Hardin, and who looks very much like her; spent an hour inquiring for Mr. Robert Lamar, my wife's uncle, then walked around to Dr. Ford's; found Miss Sallie May and Mrs. Clinch sitting in the passage; they did not recognize me and asked me to walk into the parlor. I found Dr. Ford and a patient in consultation. He seemed delighted to see me. I went into the breakfast table, and when the ladies found me out I was plied with questions about my wife and the children, and must say here, once for all—"nunc pro tunc"1 that I have spent the last three days in a like agreeable task. My sweet wife seems to be beloved by every one who knows her. I stayed but a short time and learned that Mr. Clinch was mayor at Vicksburg and DeSaussure Ford was with Bragg's army. I went to Mr. Barney Dunbar's office and had a long talk with him; went out to Mr. Robert Lamar's and there found that grandma and Aunt Mary were absent. When I arrived at Columbia and Augusta depot, met Lieutenant Selman, Mullens and Burwell Aycock, who had left me sick at Marshall, Texas.

Aycock went to Chattanooga on account of old wounds still troubling him. After the trials and difficulties of our trip and our unpleasant separation, our meeting was a joyful occasion. They went on to Weldon and I came on to Columbia, not, however, without a serious loss—my blankets were stolen out of the cars at Branchville.

I reached Columbia at 6 o'clock a. m., and went up to Major Stark's without giving any notice. Decca Stark was just about to start to Fairfield. She exclaimed, "I do believe it is Mr. West," and then both looked blank until I smiled. They thought that Mary and the children must be dead, but matters were soon explained. I took breakfast with the family, and after spending the morning in giving a full account of myself and Mary, went up town; met John McDowell, from Camden; he is captain of a mounted rifle company from Montgomery, Alabama.

After dinner I walked out to Stark's Hill to see aunties; found them all looking well, especially Aunt Mac. The garden was looking beautiful; indeed, old Columbia altogether is the handsomest place I ever saw, and I think if my Mary was with me now I would be perfectly happy. Every one here has received me so joyfully; both Mary's friends and my own have met me so cordially that I cannot be otherwise than happy, and mother and Decca have done, and seem willing to do, so much for my comfort that I feel willing to make any sacrifice for wife to share these attentions with me. Mary is more entitled to all this pleasure than I am; but fortune dispenses favors in an inexplicable manner. I trust my wife may be here before I return to Texas. She shall not be tied down in the creek bottom forever.

On the second day I walked out to Aunt Carrie Stark's, in company with Decca. She did not know who had called and primped up as if she expected to meet a stranger. She was delighted to see me and seemed very cheerful; introduced us to Mrs. Raoul and Mrs. Hamilton. After I started out she came into the portico with me and her manner was entirely changed; she spoke of her afflictions and seemed very sad. God has dealt very severely with her, and I pray to be delivered from such visitations, unless it be for my good, which I cannot believe. Heaven will not try me thus. We came on to Mrs. Elmore's and saw Mrs. Elmore, Miss Cornelia and Miss Grace; Mrs. Elmore and Miss Cornelia look five years younger than they did five years ago. We came on to the city and went to the deguerrean gallery to have a copy made of Mary's picture. Decca Stark is with me in all these visits, and seems willing to do anything for my enjoyment.

On the third day of my stay I spent the morning at home with Decca and mother. In the afternoon Decca and I walked to Sydney park and over it; saw not a soul whom we recognized. The park is wonderfully improved, and shows what energy and taste can do in a little while. There is some encouragement and satisfaction to exercise taste and energy in a country where it rains; there is none in Texas.

We called at Dr. William Reynolds' on the way home. They are living now at the old Muller place, and have improved it vastly. Misses Jane and Sophia Reynolds have a very large school, and Mrs. Reynolds superintends the housekeeping and the comfort of the boarders, of whom they have a large number. Miss Jane was sick, but Mrs. Reynolds and Miss Sophia and Miss Sophy Niel received me very joyfully. I met here two of old Dr. DeLeon's daughters from Columbia. All parties were anxious to hear of my Aunt Catherine Eccles and of the other children. Part of the improvement consists in the removal of the exclusive-looking, tall plank fence, which is replaced by an iron railing. The flower garden is tastily arranged and there is generally an inviting air about the entire premises. A graduate will not look back upon the place as an escaped convict views and remembers the penitentiary.

The fourth day of my stay in Columbia was Sunday. I attended the Baptist church in the morning and in the evening and the Episcopal in the afternoon. The Baptist meeting house is quite handsomely finished and does credit to the taste of the denomination here. There is also in it a magnificent organ, said to be the finest in the city. Its tones are grand and full, and it certainly adds greatly to the beauty and solemnity of the worship and services. The building will seat comfortably over two thousand persons.

On Monday, the fifth day, I took breakfast with Major Stark, at 6 o'clock in the morning, and walked with him out to the farm and over it. A place with such water privileges would be invaluable in Texas. Vegetables of every description could be had all the year round. I looked at the overseer's house and the well so close, the garden and the chicken yard, and thought how happy and blest Mary would be if she were there. Ought we to return to South Carolina? Oh, for light and direction on this subject! Have I the right to debar a pure, good woman from all the endearments and joys of home, because she loves me and is ready and willing to make any sacrifice for me? I returned home by Stark's Hill and took breakfast with aunties, and had a pleasant visit. Aunt Mary gave me a very nice blanket with which to replace my lost one. I came by Mrs. Singleton's and stayed an hour; made the acquaintance of Captain Haskell, who seems to be a very gentlemanly and sensible person; think I would like him very much on further acquaintance.

Came home and walked up town with Major Stark to see about having my transportation changed so as to permit me to go to Charlotte instead of going back to Kingsville. Mr. J. Pringle Smith seemed very willing to accommodate me, but exhibited a very laudable disposition to avoid any violation of duty or law. He finally required me to pay my own way for fifty miles on the road, this being the difference between the distances from Kingsville to Weldon and from Columbia to Weldon.

In returning to Major Stark's I met Mr. Lem Boykin, son of Mr. Burwell Boykin. He is captain of a company on the coast, and is as wild and "harum scarum" as ever. After dinner I received a visit from Mr. Breaker, the Baptist minister, and his wife. He is a sensible man and she is a pretty woman. Of course such company is always pleasant.

I walked with Decca to the daguerrean gallery; got the copy of my Mary's picture; am only tolerably pleased with it, but doubt not it will console me in some degree in the long, weary hours I must be away from her. Perhaps I may never see her again until she is a radiant angel in the skies; and I trust in God that whatever other punishment or destiny may await me for my short-comings in this life, that I may not be shut out from the light of my Mary's face forever. To me there will be but one other countenance in heaven to compare with it and divide my worship—my mother's!

From the window of the daguerrean gallery we witnessed the parade of the Arsenal cadets. They presented an unusually fine appearance and will doubtless do good service in this war during the next five years.

We made a call at Mr. De Saussure's, but did not find Mrs. Wallace and Mrs. Burroughs at home. Mr. William DeSaussure is the only person except myself who has not forgiven me for leaving Mary in Texas. We called at Mr. Shand's on the way home, but Mrs. Wilson was out. We returned after tea and had a pleasant visit of an hour.

I forgot to say that Decca went with me to see old Mrs. Murphy after service on Sunday afternoon. The old lady was in bed, severely stricken with the palsy, but seemed animated and bright on my entrance, and talked of Mary and the pleasant times she had with her "in this very room." She seemed very much distressed to know that her grandson and only heir was an orphan in the hands of his mother's people, the Catholics.

Thus I have brought this hurried journal down to Tuesday morning, May the 19th, at which time I am sitting in the parlor alone, and have been for an hour, waiting for mother and Decca to get up for breakfast. I have very few general comments to make on my visit; suffice it to say, that I am agreeably surprised to find that the degree of pleasure I have enjoyed in this short visit has exceeded ten-fold my anticipations. I did not think that I would receive such a hearty welcome and so much kindness. I owe it all to Mary and have regretted and still regret that I did not make the effort to bring her with me notwithstanding the difficulties and uncertainties of the route. I received the following memoranda today, to-wit: Miss Nannie Norton, corner of Eighth and Marshall Streets, Richmond, Va.; T. Lamar Stark, Edgefield Hussars, Captain Clark, Second Regiment S. C. V. Cavalry, Colonel Butler; Hampton's Brigade, Va.

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1 Latin: now for then.

SOURCE: John Camden West, A Texan in Search of a Fight: Being the Diary and Letters of a Private Soldier in Hood’s Texas Brigade, pp. 39-47